Take the eleven for New York to-night." "I thought I might walk your way." March looked at his watch.

"But I shouldn't have time.

Goodbye!" He now let Fulkerson have his hand, and they exchanged a cordial pressure.

Fulkerson started away at a quick, light pace.

Half a block off he stopped, turned round, and, seeing March still standing where he had left him, he called back, joyously, "I've got the name!" "What ?" "Every Other Week." "It isn't bad." "Ta-ta!" II.
All the way up to the South End March mentally prolonged his talk with Fulkerson, and at his door in Nankeen Square he closed the parley with a plump refusal to go to New York on any terms.